Kate Cleaver's House

I shave myself with blunt razors
My clothes they do me no favors
I go to a restaurant where the skirts
On the waitresses are far too short
I throw salt over my shoulder
For good luck 'cause now I walk over
To Kate Cleaver’s house to tell her
That I want her back with me
Never had the strength to look her in the eye
Now I’ve lost my patience and I’m telling her why
Monday she works for the national health
Tuesday she works for herself
Wednesday she went to the pictures with Katherine
Thursday with everyone else
Friday she drank herself into a stupor
And slept through to Saturday night
But Sunday for all the day, she would be mine
All I need are the drugs and a sharp attitude
She’s got holes in her tights and holes in her story
But I approve
All I need is a dentist, to fix up my teeth
She wears a frown
But there’s a smile I can see underneath
Never had the strength to look her in the eye
Now I’ve lost my patience and I’m telling her why
Monday she works for the national health
Tuesday she works for herself
Wednesday she went to the pictures with Katherine
Thursday with everyone else
Friday she drank herself into a stupor
And slept through to Saturday night
But Sunday for all the day, she would be mine